Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 482

It was unclear if Sophia had heard Jason’s questions, she only kept murmuring. The child is dead. The child died at birth.”

Every word was soaked in blood and tears. This was the deepest sorrow and pain in Sophia’s heart, something she could only express in her dreams. Jason, with red eyes, buried his face in her neck, trembling along with her.

After a moment, the quiet room was filled with the sound of Jason’s suppressed sobs, accompanied by repeated confessions. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I caused all of this. I’m the executioner. I didn’t know that the medication would cause fatal harm to the ferus. I didn’t know you were pregnant. I didn’t know anything. Sophia, when you wake up, kill me to avenge our child. I am deeply sinful and deserve to go to hell, never to be freed.”

Under Jason’s pained murmurs, Sophia gradually escaped the grip of her nightmare and fell back into a deeper sleep. The flush on her cheeks had faded, but tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and her delicate brows were knitted together, her face full of a sickly fragility, utterly broken.

pieced together, utterly shattered. “What kind of hurt, pain, and despair have you gone through to show such an expression even in your dreams? Jason wondered, lowering his head, he kissed away all the tears on her face and then gently laid her flat on the bed. He pulled the fallen quilt over

into her skin while thinking, ‘If you want to kill me when you wake up, I’ll willingly die. If you don’t, then I’ll spend the rest of

wouldn’t leave any marks, and wouldn’t harm the body in any way. Jason trusted the latest

released her and got out of bed.

the room, no wonder she fell into such a deep sleep and even a nightmare, Jason thought. The colorful neon lights of the bustling city reflected in his dark eyes, adding a touch of mystery. From

skyscraper, taking the Wilson Group to new heights. Many had asked him if he felt a great sense of accomplishment. Every time, he would laugh at himself,

solitude. ‘If I could, I would give up all my wealth just for a chance to start over.

a moment, letting the cold wind clear his muddled mind, Jason slowly took out his phone